A Night in the Vampire's Embrace (Paranormal BDSM) Read Online Free Page A

one hand down to the spot between my legs. I fought to stay relaxed and loose, but I could feel my muscles start to defy my wishes. They clenched up, eagerly awaiting Raymond’s attention.
    He stroked my inner thighs. His skin remained cool and it felt wonderful. No matter how much I wished to deny it, he sent thrills of delight rushing along my skin. He kept at it, teasing me, moving his fingers along my slit. The moisture and heat and desire gathered within me, but he kept teasing me.
    “You want me to ask, don’t you?” I finally managed to get out.
    “That’s right,” he said, gazing down at me. His eyes practically sparkled with mischief. He could be a powerful monster when he wished. At the same time, he could be a teasing little boy eager to pull at my pigtails. The incongruity might have fascinated me under other circumstances. Right then, I had to focus on maintaining some façade of composure.
    He leaned down and kissed me. He teased me, barely touching my mouth at first. But as the sparkles of energized arousal played through my mouth, he tightened his grip on me. He kissed me harder, passionately. He nibbled at my lower lip and explored the tip of my tongue with his own. The heat spread, building to an inferno. It lasted several seconds or minutes. I couldn’t really tell, not when my perception of time dissipated into nothing but the velvet dark behind my eyelids and the refreshed feel of his touch and his body over mine.
    Raymond broke back, sat up a bit, and grinned down at me. “Call that a free sample. You’ll have to ask for the next part.” Only then I did I realize that he still had one hand between my legs. He ran little circles with his pinky and thumb, teasing me, making me want him.
    Holding out would have satisfied my vanity. And it would have slowed down his plan, whatever that happened to be.
    Screw vanity, I thought. “Please, please touch me.”
    “Oh, I like it when you beg,” Raymond announced, then slipped his hand up. He traced his fingers along my slit, and I could feel my body open up for him. I barred my teeth as my lips pulled back slightly. I couldn’t help it. He summoned something within me, something primal and unstoppable. It scared me even as the tendrils of yearning coiled within me like a spring ready to leap. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he said with that same condescending note.
    But he was true to his word and stroked me lightly, teasing me before he dipped his fingertips down into me. I gasped, my shoulders tightened together, and I tried to curl up except his weight and strength kept me in my place. I pushed into me, slipping his fingers down into the moist spot between my thighs. My features scrunched together.
    At this point, I simply abanonded all attempts at maintaining some sort of dignified composure. No, that mask evaporated and blew away as my mouth opened and I panted with desire for him. I could feel he wanted me too. His erection pressed against me.
    “Do you want to know how it feels to be bitten?” he asked.
    “No,” I said.
    “Too bad.” He pressed his lips against my neck again, only this time I didn’t try to shove him away. I couldn’t. He kept teasing me, exploring me, making me want this. My squirming only increased the friction and motion between us, heightening my responses as well as my reactions.
    His fangs bit down into my skin. I felt the puncture. A jolt of pain burned through me, but only for a moment. Somehow, pleasure took over. It felt as though I were being soaked in unadulterated delight. My eyelids started to flutter, my breathing came in shallow puffs, and every patch of my skin must have turned a bright crimson.
    Raymond fed on me. Intellectually, I knew this. Despite every sensation, I was completely aware that he was using me, taking my strength to enhance his own. And yet, he kept probing me. He found and massaged my clit with one hand. He kneaded and massaged one of my breasts with his other, all while he